~ Stephano

By the time I pulled into the driveway, my jaw ached from clenching it the entire ride home. My hands were still tight on the steering wheel, knuckles pale as bone. Isabella’s screams still echoed somewhere in the back of my skull, fading in and out like a bad radio signal. But beneath that was something to look forward to. Someone to look forward to.

Camilla.

The house was quiet when I stepped inside. Too quiet. My heartbeat stuttered in something like anticipation and dread. I shrugged off my jacket, tossed my keys onto the console, and walked in…

…and stopped dead.

She was there, seated on the...